Fantastic Beasts of Records: Lecherous Prince Of The Sea

His voice sounded behind him as he spoke.

Nina sighed in defeat and hastened her steps "I'm coming".

They walked past the entrance and stepped into the snow.

…....….

"Uh~~Uh~~ Suck --Suck it!" She leaned on leaned back on her desk while her eyes repeatedly darted towards the door.

'He will be here at any moment' She thought. She hoped that he would immediately get aroused and decide to fuck her at the sight of a scantily clad woman with the same exotic body as her, sucking her pussy with her skirt raised high, and her fleshy thighs on full display.

Yes! Even at this moment, even if he had just destroyed a very expensive suite, she still hoped.

Besides, this whole building was fortified and enchanted during its construction, especially the VIP rooms. So, she did not need to worry as the destruction was contained in one room, and the building was only affected by the tremors.

Hah!! And they called her foolish when she first hired mages to fortify the brothel. Who was stupid now?

"Ahh~~" The tongue sweeping around in her pussy gained another depth.

No! What was she thinking?

Claire shook her head feverishly. What was she thinking? For him to walk in here and fuck her as she wasn't the plan. It wasn't!

A slurping sounded from below.

​ "Ah!" She moaned in delight. She wasn't like this before!

She wasn't lying!

She truly wasn't!

All this started, after her banishment and months, and years of being in hiding, together with the depravity that came with being in charge of a brothel. It corrupted her and brought out her deepest desires.

Yes, she was aware. She knew that any man that saw her and knew that she owned a brothel would surely -unquestionably -think that she was slut. A slut whose pussy is sold to the highest bidder.

Unfortunately, no! She didn't deny their judgement or have any way to dispute their words. Because, indeed, she was a slut.

She was a slut who left everything she had or owned behind in other to save her skin. A slut who realized her mistake when it was too late, only to be banished by the kingdom she once viewed like a speck of dirt beneath her eyes.

She was slut who decided to take control of a brothel and drown her worries and shame in pleasure and ecstasy. A slut who did nothing other than sleep with the brothel's previous owner and its workers.

So, true and true, she was a slut!

A moan escaped her lips as her hips slammed forward. "Ahh!!" Bliss filled her body as the tongue in her pussy licked her g-spot.

And now, all because of money and the need to book the next ship out of this wretched kingdom, she had once fallen deeper into a depraved hole without a direction.

"Oh~~" The image of the man that this to her was portrayed in her mind. "Mmmhhn~" His figure caused her body to squirm.

She didn't protest. She didn't need to, after all, he was the only man to fuck her ever since her husband went missing and she lost everything.

'He said that he was Pirate?' She thought.

Maybe! Maybe…..

"Hey, Venessa?" She said. Her hazy eyes were drawn downwards, to a woman with the same appearance as her, sexually licking her vagina.

"Hahh!!" Venessa's tongue withdrew from the pussy with a trial of cum sticking to it. She swallowed the cum down her throat and answered "Yes, mistress".

"Do you remember the plan?"

"Yes, Mistress"

"And what is it?" Claire asked. She slipped her hands underneath her blouse and massaged her breast.

"If this man that you keep talking about a walk through the door, then I have to behave like I am maltreating you while you squirm and cry under my control" Venessa responded.

"And?"

"... And since we look identically the same, I will try to convince him that I am your evil elder sister who forces you to do some vile and evil things. And if your assumptions are correct, then he will try to rescue you from my grasp, and then you will request him to take you out of the kingdom and across the sea when he leaves, to where I never have to see your face again" Venessa mused.

"Yes. If everything goes well, and I successfully escape from this region and promise never to use your identity again" Claire spoke. She moaned quietly under her breath.

Claire looked down and saw a frown on Venessa's face "What?".

Venessa flinched. Her hands trembled on top of the fleshy thighs beneath her palms. Regardless, she summoned enough courage to respond "But, why such a plan?".

"What do you mean?" Claire asked. Her expression was displeased.

She gulped seeing the stare directed her way "I…. I-I meant, what kind of plan is that? Doesn't it seem too simple?…. How are we sure that he will be ready to save you just because he slept with you".

A loud, thick snort was her response.

"It will work. He is a simple-minded man who lets his dick carry out 60 per cent of his thinking" Claire responded. "Although, I admit that it won't be easy to pull off on a man like him. But, this plan needs to be simple because its simplicity is the only way to get a man like this who lets his sexual fantasies have more control than they should on him".

".... Fantasies?"

"Yes. He has these strange fantasies which I haven't heard of or experienced before. It felt strange but interesting" Claire bit her lips, suppressing her moans.

"So, I figured that maybe he had a fantasy like other men who sometimes dreamt of saving the hot curvaceous woman they saw at a brothel because they thought that she might be there against their will, and suffering terribly under the hands of their oppressors".

"And you got all this information, just by opening your legs for him?"

The temperature in the room chilled.